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“Are you sure you’re ready?” I asked.

“Yes. Punish me for my lies,” she said breathlessly. “Please, I need it so much.”

“Yes, you do. My naughty little girl,” I growled.

I lifted my right hand and brought it down, landing it on her ass. Hard. The sound she made in response made me even stiffer; a desperate, keening mix of pain and pleasure.

My hand connected with her ass a second time, and another frantic moan escaped her lips. Fucking music to my ears. I rained down more punishment on her soft skin, slap after slap, and with each one, Jolie moaned and begged for more.

“Feel good, baby?” I asked, nibbling at her earlobe after the sixth slap.

“Yes!” she gasped. “I mean… no…”

I chuckled. “It’s okay. I told you, it’s a different kind of pain. A different kind of punishment. You’re allowed to let it feel good. You’re supposed to.”

I kept going. The porcelain skin on Jolie’s ass changed with each blow, turning from blush pink to bright red. After the tenth slap, I reached around to her front with my free hand and twisted one of her stiff nipples. She gasped in shock, then quaked as if she’d been zapped. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“This is part of your punishment,” I murmured against her ear. “Do you think you need more?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, yes…”

I pinched her nipple again, and then I slowly moved my hand lower, stroking ever-so-gently until I reached the patch of hair between her legs.

“Mason,” Jolie gasped out as my fingers slowly circled her clit. “I used to think our God sent you to me. Now I think the Devil might’ve sent you. This feels too…”

She trailed off as an enraptured moan tore from her lips. I chuckled. “I wasn’t sent by God or the Devil,” I said. I continued to rub her clit, speeding up my movements as she jerked and shuddered beneath me. “I’m just a man who wanted so badly to be with you that he dropped everything and came all this way to find you.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Just for you, Jolie. Just for you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, eyes squeezing shut as her legs began to quiver.

“Do you want to know what you are?” I asked. She nodded, and I continued. “You aren’t sinful. You haven’t been taken by the Devil. You’re just a woman who’s finally seeing what she wants for the first time and taking it like she damn well deserves.”

She nodded again. “I think I like that,” she murmured. “Oh…”

She was close now. A few more strokes and she’d tip right over the edge, screaming and clenching and twisting.

I moved my other hand down and spread her thighs wide before sliding a finger to her entrance. She was soaked. So fucking ready for me. I could slide my cock right in with ease if I wanted to.

“You’re so wet for me. So fucking sexy,” I muttered in her ear.

I pushed my finger past the very edge of her entrance and slid it inside, just the tiniest bit.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room changed. Jolie began to writhe around, using her body to push me away. I pulled my hands away from her immediately.

Her eyes were wide and bright as she stared up at me, head turned over her shoulder. “I… I can’t do this,” she choked out. “Please, Mason, let me go!”

“What can’t you do?” I asked, carefully removing her hands from the manacles. She needed to feel safe right now, above everything else.

“The thing I think you are trying to do. Even if I wanted to let you do it more than anything else, it’s…” She trailed off and shook her head. “I can’t let you touch me like that,” she finally added in a ragged whisper.

I stroked her hair. “Okay. I don’t want to pressure you. I won’t do anything you say no to. But you heard your father. He wants me to do things to you in the next Joining ritual. Things that might hurt you. I don’t want your first experience of sex to be like that.”

She stared up at me, forehead crinkled. “Why?”

I shook my head and sighed. “Because where I’m from, we were taught that sex is supposed to be amazing. For men and women.”

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